My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad

[Verse 1] (Stan)
Dear Slim,
I wrote you but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not of got em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot em
But anyways, fuck it
What's been up man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too
I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma caller her?
I'ma name her bonny
I read about your Uncle Ronny too, I'm sorry
I had a friend who killed himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like that shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back
Just a chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan


[Verse 2] (Stan)
Dear Slim,
You still ain't call or wrote
I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad
I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me out side your concert
You didn't have to
But you could of signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man
He's only 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you for four hours and you just said no
That's pretty shitty man
You're like his fucking idol
He wants to be just like you man
He likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though
I just don't like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver
You said id I'd write you, you would write back
See I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father either
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
Cuz I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline
The pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real
And I respect you cuz you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cuz I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you slim
No one does
She don't know what it was like for people growing up
You gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll every lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too


[Verse 3] (Stan)
Dear Mr. I'm too good to call or write my fans
This will be the last package I'll ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word
I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you
I hope you hear it
I'm in a car right now
I'm doing 90 on a freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't
Then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is
You could've rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late
I'm on a thousand downers not I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or recall
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim
We could've been together
Think about it
You ruined it now
I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim
Shut up bitch!
I'm trying to talk!
Hey Slim
That's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat , I just tied her up
See I ain't like you
Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more then she'll die too
Well, gotta go
I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot
How am I supposed to send this shit out?


[Verse 4] (Slim)
Dear Stan.
I meant to write you sooner but I've just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now
How far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's and autograph for your brother
I wrote in on the starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clowning dog
C'mon, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan
I think you need some counseling
To help you ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you i time
Before you hurt yourself
I think that you'll be doin just fine
If you relax a little
I'm I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad?
Try to understand
That I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And has his girlfriend in the truck
And she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape
But they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it
His name was... it was you

Lyrics submitted by Bryce Stafford.